Schuldig felt like he was under a microscope; eyes of three Weiss were staring across the dining room table at the Schwartz. Step one, get through the friends, then step two, get the date out of the house. Preferrably, he'd just like to skip to number two; but Aya had yet to emerge from the upstairs above the flower shop. If he'd known that he'd have extra time, he could've done something with his hair; but the leather tie in his fire-tresses was holding well enough. The german's right thigh lifted to cross at the knee while still aware of the eyes boring into his tan-skin; " Ladies. I'm not going to knock him up, if you're afraid I will. I promise to use protection. " the bit of light humor helped; Ken snorted. " It's obvious what you want. But why Aya? " spoke up the pretty sandy-blonde who sat in a pair of Kumagoro PJs, if Schuldig had been looking for blackmail that outfit would've made the clincher, the fellow Weiss were comfortable in just ordinary T-shirts and jeans lounging back like the barrier they were for their friend. ' Time the break their nasty bubble about me.' The mind-breaker adjusted the white-leather jacket he'd adorned before leaving the small bedroom, it'd been borrowed from Farf of all souls; but Schuldig felt very comfortable in the shirtless black-vest worn just over skin, the casual black leather leggings the red-head wore were very comfortable considering the springtime humidity that had decided to show itself this season. A boot foot rested atop the hardwood oak flooring that gleamed like a mirror under Schuldig's mammoth boot; the red-head gave a tilt to his face while watching the three. " Why Aya? Because I like him. He makes me feel comfortable, and I like to look at him when he's angry or happy. If you must know, the creature makes me smile. Something I rarely like to do these days, and if I don't take him out on a date at least once I'll probably end up kidnapping him and taking him home to play with. " Bluntness was the way to go in Schuldig's book, no use beating around the bush needed. The guard dogs looked a bit put off by the german's reasoning, but then again, Schuldig was sure they saw the sincerity in his words.
A prince devolged himself from the stair above the dining room setting, the ones who'd know Aya the longest even seemed shocked when the beauty came towards his beast; Schuldig was drooling obscenely. The lovely katana wielder had taken the time to redress his hair in a more curling manor; no doubt if he said it was female, the german would be smacked; but the looked ten times as breath taking on the maroon-date. Billowing under the room temperature Aya had slipped on a red silk long-sleeve blouse, a black vest of satin sat comfortably on the leader's red shoulders; but what captivated the german's hormones was the skin-tight black leathers his date wore, they were molded to the man's body like a second skin over black-camo boots that snuggled long feet. It was a suprise to Schuldig that his pants didn't just bust open when the length of his cock began to stiffen under the defiant leather; the first to move was the said date who stepped down on the last step beside his commorades. " Damn it. Stop drooling. C'mon, Schuldig. " the maroon hair beauty offered a hand to his tortured date on the dining room chair. Whom clasped onto the leader's hand like a vice, removing himself from the vile chair to stand beside his gorgeous date. The lyrics of 'I'm In Heaven' were floating throughout the german's fumpled mind; barely registering the conversation between team mates. " Make sure to close up the shop. I'll come in the back door when I get back. ", Ken openly grinned from his place at the table, " Yeah, right. If he lets you come back. " chortled the team at their leader's outfit. Aya turned beat red almost instantly which only made Schuldig want to lick every inch that was covered in that cute blush. The german's palm tightened around the japanese assassin's steering him towards the back of the kitchen where the backdoor lay shut, " Don't wait up, ladies! " a sharp gasp came from the date at his side once they escaped the fits of laughter inside the kitchen, and out into the evening.
It was a pleasent Japanese resturant that Schuldig took Aya too. When Aya had asked why, the german explained he'd come to like the taste of Japanese cooking from being in the country for so long; and also because Nagi was a freak with tempura and soba. They were seated on plump pattern sketched cushions in the far corner of the resturant, it took a little bit for Schuldig to get comfortable, but when Aya showed in the correct technique; the fire-haired male gave up compaining an enjoyed the meal with the lovely Aya. Whereas the table lacked taller legs, the german settled for taking a hold on his date's ankle and resting the booted foot in his lap comfortably. The white-leather jacket had long ago been placed on the floor beside the dining couple, and naked arms were revealed to the many diners before them. Schuldig's hand slid itself up and down along the leather snuggling Aya's thigh; perhaps he was testing them both after that kiss they'd shared in his bedroom. To see if the Weiss leader could take the idea of public affection with another man providing the touching; the german was pleased when he watched Aya relax under the innocent stroking of his golden hand. " You told me you'd taken your sister's name, and that Takatori had hit her with his car. Did you join Vice for that alone? " if he was going to start dating the Weiss member; Schuldig wanted to know him. Not the person he showed everyone else, but deep within; he wanted to know Ran. Aya's hand lifted a miniture cup which had only seconds before been filled with saki rice-wine. " It was one of the reasons. Another would be the fact I didn't have a home anymore. I needed to belong; somewhere to expend myself. I needed to live. " Aya's lips took the sharp liqour between his lips only sipping, he replaced the cup onto the table before them that barely reached their stomach height. " You wanted to live? I stopped living when I joined Schwartz. It was something I did out personal damnation; I wasn't a well like child in my younger years. " Schuldig hadn't even realized he explained such a personal subject without handle to the man before him, it seemed to make a curiousity blossom in the assassin. " I wonder why that is. Not your childhood, but why feel alive, yet dead at the same time. I regret the people I've killed, I force people to see my hardness when I take life. I was born in a loving home, with my parents and sister. I'd rather preserve life; but I know I can't control every action given onto me. I'd like to look at it as justic, but it isn't. I'm given the right to play God over someone's soul. " The german could see the trials fighting inside Aya, and he didn't even need to be a mind-reader to know that. It was written on that face that had lost its coldness when they'd entered the resturant.
Schuldig gave the ankle he held a gentle squeeze, it wasn't sympathy so much as being acceptance. " I take life, and yet I say to the my team that I feel nothing for the dead. I want to feel for them; I've tried, but I can't cry for them anymore. I was tormented by children, and my family before their death. Being someone who could read minds, they feared what I was. I don't blame them, I suppose. But it was the lack of effort they expressed when trying to make me their son. " silver-focused on violet for a sheer second, " I don't have to read your thoughts to know you're confused, Aya. " Abyssinian stared across the table, before silently turning his face to his lap. " Aya, don't hide from me.. " whispered the fire-hair date, Schuldig watched those iris lift themselves to look back at his rival. " It's not shame. I just feel confused by people, like you for instance. Like why you really want to be around me. The other night, when you kissed me..I didn't want to stop it. " Schuldig listened to the quivering under Aya's throat, it must've hurt the man to be so forward with his feelings; nothing something the german would abuse no matter the problem. " I like you, plain and simply, Aya. I want to know you. I'd like to do more than kiss you, but that isn't something I make manditory in a relationship. I don't expect it of you at all, being the virgin like you are. " a smile tugged at the German's lush lips; an answering tug on Aya's played teasingly till it blossomed across the assassin's cheeks. " You're incredibly sexy when you smile. " he commented off-handily to Aya. Whom downed the rest of the saki from his clay cup; The german had an idea. " I want you to loosen up tonight. No need to be hardcore or closed up around me. We're going dancing. " Releasing his date's ankle, Schuldig stood from the cushion; offering his hand to Aya. Somewhat tipsy from the saki, Mastermind knew Aya wasn't a very good on hold his drink; with a quick bend the german plucked up his jacket and Aya's and walked his date to the paper doors with a naked arm snagged around Aya's waist.
Music pounded off the walls of the underground club, something Schuldig recognized as +DèspairsRay+ was vibrating the blinking dance floor; the stench of drink and illegal drugs were violating the air like a disease. But the thundering of the music only made him that more eager to dance with Aya; arms snagged the Weiss leader about his waist propelling him into the german's chest. Hip touched with hip, thigh snuggled thigh; hands were dangerously close to a certain someone's arse. Bodies jumped and gyrated all around the assassins without much caring what anyone else did, Schuldig's leg slipped between Aya's own giving him full out access to grind and move. The german's hips gyrated in slowly teasing circles to the exploding hard metal. Nothing anyone said could've been heard above all the noise, they both knew that; so body language spoke for them. Hands ran themselves along Schuldig's leather vest till fingers slid beneath the material to dig in; the said victim's silver gems bore into the iris that had glazed over with something feral. His date's crotch bumped and ground itself with each gyrating manuver those hips took, the straps in both males' hair had been removed to let the free strands dampen under the heat of sweaty bodies next them. Sweltering and excited, Schuldig's hands slipped themselves over Aya's leather-clad ass; obscenely stroking his thigh against the twenty-year old's swelling erection. Primitive and archaic could've been tilted the group of sweating bodies on the dance floor, without permisson or any other means Schuldig plunged the length of his tongue inside Aya's scorching mouth. His panting was met with his date's own quivering mouth, the german's tongue battled inside the depths of Aya's mouth. Moans unheard went felt under their trembling lips. Schuldig's nails dug into the leather under his palms with his own cock pulsating under the leather like some randy stud; the weight of his date was supported with Schuldig's hands, unexpecting Aya to act out like he did Schuldig realized the zipper on his vest had been released. The murky air about them caught inside the fire-hair's lungs when wandering pale hands smoothed along the german's rippling torso, damp maroon curls brushed along the torso of the grinding Schuldig. Music had picked up to a faster pace, as if controlled by the music Aya's lips had sealed themselves across Schuldig's tan nipple; the assault of that tongue was pure unadultured sin that had him panting in short whimpers which were swallowed by the music. ' I..can't take much more of this..' cried the german mentally, before he knew it he was tugging the trembling partner from the dance floor. A cut off towards the club's bathroom caught his attention taking the direction swiftly to burst inside the club's muted single bathroom stall.
Fingers dug into Aya's shoulders when the pale assassin was pressed up against the back of the door; Schuldig felt like he was burning from inside out when he once again buried his hot tongue inside the Weiss' mouth. Abyssinian's hands were everywhere, whether enhanced from the saki; no one really cared for the next few minutes. Pale fingers viciously slid the vest away from Schuldig's shoulders till nothing but chest was there for the assassin to touch, nails scratched along the pebbled nipples of the german causing him to suddenly sob his pleasure before the enemy. His and Aya's leather pants were painful against their throbbing cocks, Schuldig's hand escaped to cup under the weight inside the leather Aya wore; messaging the swollen package with genteel fingers. " Aya.." it was choked out against his date's mouth, barely noticable against the panting both men provided, " Schu..I--I'm so hard. It's hurts so much.." the kick-ass assassin sounded winded..and in pain. Sexual pain..the german's golden fingers popped the snap on the top of the leather. Releasing only centimeters from the straining erection inside of Aya's pants, hands disappeared only seconds till then peeled down half of Aya's leathers to expose nothing but pure male underneath. ' These pants would make anyone go commando..and I'm so glad Aya did..' the maroon-hair panting male was leaning back against the door for support when Schuldig's mouth growled over Aya's, and his hand returned now to a naked, dripping erection. " ..I..I..Schu..I don't..know what to do. " a finger was lifted to the german's lips; suckling on the single digit before the hand escaped to slip itself between Aya's quivering thighs; although he couldn't see it Schuldig teased the virgin's rosebud between those succulent globes. Whimpering was filling the small alcove bathroom; both from the panting males, with patience the mind-manipulator's finger slid past Aya's ring. ' Its sheer fucking lava! ' his mind screamed with the stroking of the finger in and out of the virgin tightness. Schuldig's other hand had ventured to eagerly squeeze itself around the healthy inches of Aya's erection; pearly pre-cum escaped the very tip like a facet. "..Schu..Oh..god, Schu..it's.." the german released his date's mouth, only to press his face into his red-lover's shoulder, " I know..I know. God, you feel so hot on my finger. I feel you, not anything, I feel only you, Ran. " the finger sluiced itself in..and out of Aya; the red-head was sobbing under the ministrations of the german. With other lovers, he'd mentally connect with them to bring them to orgasm; but who needed images when he could get such a real reactions out of Aya like this. " Oh..oh, I can't..Schu, I'm going to--.." a scorching explosion erupted in Schuldig's furiously stroking fist, white catered golden skin but he did not relent the stroking till his lover began to soften slowly in his fist. He could feel Aya's eyes on him when he brought his fist up to his own mouth; eagerly licking the tangy treated from his salty skin, words were not exchanged but Schuldig helped Aya do up the leathers gently.
Schuldig brushed open-mouthed kisses across Abyssinian's cheeks stopping to rest his lips against the delicate shell of the assassin's ear, " ..I like when you call me, 'Schu'.." with an arm wrapped about the maroon-haired Aya's waist, they slid from the bathroom; angry glares and knowing glances were casted upon them from customers who'd tried to access the bathroom to no result. The tall, fire-haired german manuvered them out from the club only to catch a night-time cab that stopped suddenly out of the blue. It was almost fifteen minutes till the cab pulled up to the dark flower shop entrance; the two men withdrew themselves out of the cab shakily. Schuldig was doing his best to ignore his own slacked lust for the entire ride while he'd held hands with Aya till they reached the shop. Once again Schuldig took Aya's hand in his once the vehicle drove off, leading him along the sidewalk till they both rounded the shop, avoiding bushes and windows from neighboring businesses. Aya stepped up on the backstep of the shop, suddenly tugging Schuldig to him; "..Stay with me tonight. " it was tempting, but they both needed the emotional distance; an emotion was growing inside of the Mastermind. And he could feel it starting to consume; reluctantly he shook his head to Aya's obvious sadness. " Not tonight, pet.." the german took his date's lips in a sweep, manuvering his lips over Aya's gently before withdrawing on a sad sigh; " Get some sleep, okay? " Schuldig saw the hesitation behind his pet's eyes, but he turned to unlock the backdoor quietly; Aya turned those irises back on him, " Schuldig..I'm sorry. " a fire-eyebrow quirked up till he noticed where the Abyssinian's eyes had dropped onto; Schuldig's stretched leather crotch. " Hey, it's okay. Nothing but a good..long, cold shower will cure. " The violets of the assassin danced in amusment before he disappeared into the pitch-black building. A long whistled escaped the german, before he made his way uncomfortable along the sidewalk towards the covasac; with visions of violets and red-curls dancing about his mind.